“Tiffany, you'd better stop hurling baseless accusations,” Isabella snapped.
“Ms. Walker, Oscar isn't here, so there's no need for you to pretend to be motherly. What's the point of doing so?” After feeding Tony the last spoonful of soup, Tiffany wiped his mouth with a napkin before glancing at Isabella with contempt. “Nevertheless, Ms. Walker, you're terrible at pretending. If you are trying to elicit a man's sympathy, you have to stop being so cruel at least. Unfortunately, given how aggressive you are, you are indeed a far cry compared to Amelia. Other than your looks, there doesn't seem to be anything decent about you.”
Just when Isabella was about to explode in rage, she suddenly calmed down and broke out an insidious smile.
Returning to her seat on the sofa, she crossed her legs and remarked calmly, “Tiffany, I know you're jealous of me and feel indignant on Amelia's behalf. However, I'm on the cusp of getting engaged to Oscar. Our wedding is just a matter of time. By then, Tony will become my son, and it's natural for me to treat him well. No matter how you try and sow discord, you will never be able to break the bond between us.”
Tiffany was rendered speechless.
When one had no shame at all, no one could stand in one's way.
“Tony, she wants to be your mom. What are your thoughts about it?” Pointing at Isabella, Tiffany threw the question at Anthony.
After giving Isabella a look, Tony shook his head. “She's not as pretty as Mommy. I don't want her to be my mom.”
“Good boy!” Tousling Tony's hair, Tiffany countered with a smile, “Ms. Walker, you might want to be Tony's mother, but he doesn't want to be your son. I'm sorry, it's simply down to you being ugly. After all, Tony is someone that has tastes too.”
Isabella was so enraged by her comment that she smirked in response.
I'm a stunning beauty from an illustrious family! All this while, no one has dared to accuse me of being ugly. How dare she brazenly insult me this way?
“Tiffany, mind your words. Ms. Walker is a guest today,” Amelia interjected and shrewdly changed the topic. “Ms. Walker, we are about to have our meal. If you haven't had yours, you're welcome to join us.”
Just when Isabella was about to reply, she saw the door to the ward open from the corner of her eye. However, Amelia and Tiffany didn't notice it as their backs were facing the door.
As Isabella's eyes sparkled, she answered with a vibrant smile, “Sure. Amelia, when I first saw you, I felt as if I had been reunited with an old friend. I've always wanted to get to know you better. Unexpectedly, you and Oscar divorced all of a sudden. Just when I thought I would never see you again, you somehow showed up, and I'm really glad that you did.”
At that moment, Tiffany gave Isabella a doubtful look, unsure of what had gotten into her.
“Ms. Walker, is there something wrong with you?” Tiffany snarled.
Amelia shared Tiffany's sentiments too.
“Amelia, I brought some delicious food for you. Why don't you give them a try?” Isabella handed Amelia a fork courteously.
Just when Amelia received the fork, someone snatched it away from her hand. Turning around to look, she realized that it was Oscar.
“Oscar, you're back!” Amelia exclaimed with a vibrant smile.
After planting a kiss on her forehead, Oscar looked at Isabella. “Why are you here?”
Pointing to the food on the table, Isabella replied with a smile, “Oscar, Tony is here because of me. To redeem myself, I have gotten the maid to prepare something delicious for him. Since there's a lot, I invited Amelia to have some. Now that you're here, you should try them too.”
After glancing at the food, Oscar ordered, “Take them back.”
Unfazed by Oscar's hostility, Isabella shifted her attention to Amelia. “Amelia, I prepared these with good intentions. Can you at least give it a try on my account?”
Settling Oscar down on the sofa, Amelia stabbed a piece of meat with the fork and brought it to Oscar. “Here, give them a try and see what they taste like.”
After Oscar took a bite, Amelia inquired with a smile, “How's the taste?”
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